User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Rise of the Hordes/@comment-32303-20140807013011/@comment-2246928-20140815184740

The Northern Mountains stretched out high above the skyline, clashing with the bleeding sunset of dusk. Cold, salty waves washed over the railing of the ship Zardak's Fury as it raced towards the far-off Northern Shores, with its yawning caverns and blighted flatlands. Its gray sails whined beneath the roaring winds, its crew of westernbeast rakings and scrapings soaked to the bone, compliments of the deathly sea. The ferret at the helm bellowed out her challenge to the darkening skies as she fought with the hastily-heavying wheel. "Ride, ye sons an' daughters o' Hellgates! Work off yore ragtag skins until y' draw yer last breath an' greet oblivion, 'cos it'd still be better than letting the otter have her fun wid ye!" Captain Eilish Bannion didn't even bother looking behind her. She knew Vanora's ship would be there, sailing ever closer. She couldn't let that wretch win.

Upon the Kiaori, the woodlander crew, brought together in their wish to rid the sea forever of evil, fought with the screaming gale and their own exhaustion as they brought the galleon ever closer to their quarry. They had caught the ferret and her crew laying waste to a small otter holt east of their homeport, and thus far, they had no luck capturing the slippery captain. But soon, they knew their luck would change. They were the closest they had ever been of the Zardak's Fury and its scum crew, and with the Rapscallions' destruction, another band of innocents were avenged.